If The Seas Catch Fire(86)

When Dom finally came up for air, he touched his forehead to Sergei’s, and they both breathed hard for a moment.

“So glad you came,” Dom murmured.

Sergei regarded him uncertainly. “You all right tonight?”

“Yeah.” Dom swallowed. “Just a… long day.”

If that was just a long day, I’d hate to see what qualifies as a bad one.

“The kind of long day that needs to be followed by a long night?”

“Yes. Exactly.” Dom took a step back and tugged Sergei with him. “There’s too much to explain. I just—”

Sergei cut him off with a kiss. The longer they talked, the more potential there was for truths to come out that would send this night in a very different direction. He’d come here to be what Dom needed, and that was a lover, and he intended to be exactly that.

They made quick work of shedding their clothes, and Sergei dragged Dom down onto the bed with him. Kissing, touching, rubbing—the friction between their skin was almost as intoxicating as Dom’s needy but considerate kiss.

And never far from his mind was the awareness that Dom was shaken, grieving, and Sergei had done this to him. He’d fired the bullet that had rocked Dom’s world today.

I’m not sorry for killing Mafiosi.

But I’m sorry I hurt you.

You’re the last one in the world I want to hurt.

So he held on as tight as he could and did everything he could imagine to alleviate that pain. Dom wanted a diversion? He’d have one.

Dom carefully kept his weight off Sergei, rubbing their dicks together while still holding himself up with his arms and knees. Every bit of friction between them was deliberate but not frantic. It was a weird feeling, like orgasms weren’t even close to the most important thing right then, but one of them could—and probably would—come at any moment.

Abruptly, Dom broke the kiss and started down Sergei’s neck. Sergei exhaled. He tilted his head back as far as the hard pillow would allow and dragged his nails across Dom’s shoulders. As Dom’s lips skated over his collarbone, Sergei moaned. Somewhere in his mind, there were words—profane ones, no doubt, and commands and praises and God knew what else—but none of them made it past the tip of his tongue.

Dom kissed his way down the middle of Sergei’s chest. Soft lips on his abs were more than Sergei could take, and he bit his own lip, squirming beneath Dom’s featherlight kisses. And still, Dom continued lower. Sergei groaned. His head spun. His lungs screamed for air he couldn’t remember how to breathe.

Earlier, he’d seen Dom’s face through a rifle scope. Now, alive and well, oblivious to the phantom presence of the trigger still against Sergei’s finger, Dom trailed kisses along Sergei’s trembling abs.

Don’t you know what I did to you today?

Before Sergei could find his breath, Dom’s lips were around his cock, and even a throbbing conscience was no match for the barrage of sensations. Sergei pushed himself up on his elbow and gazed down at him, mouth watering and breath hitching as Dom teased him with lips and tongue. He loved that about Dom—a man who sucked cock not out of obligation, but as if he could think of nothing else in the world he’d rather do. Sergei ran his fingers through Dom’s hair, which prompted a moan that sent dizzying vibrations along Sergei’s sensitive flesh.

He swore, and right then Dom’s eyes flicked up to meet his, and Sergei’s breath caught. From that blissed-out expression, Dom didn’t even know where the hell he was anymore. With a dick in his throat that would soon be in his ass, Sergei doubted he cared where he was.

Except every now and then, his eyes would meet Sergei’s again, and Sergei’s pulse went crazy. Dom may not have known or cared where he was, but he knew who the f*ck he was looking at. He knew whose cock was in his mouth.

“You’re amazing at this,” Sergei slurred. “I’m gonna… gonna f*ck you so hard after this. Jesus…” He dropped back onto the bed, eyes squeezed shut and spine arching. “Fuck, Dom…”

Lifting his head, Dom grinned. “That sounds like a good idea.”

Sergei eyed him, not comprehending for a few seconds, but then the pieces fell into place. As they both sat up, he said, “You’d better get me a condom, then.”

Dom grabbed one off the nightstand but paused, eyeing the foil square in his hand as if he were debating going bareback.

“No. Only when you’re on top.” Sergei took the condom from him. Their eyes met, and if Dom had any thought of arguing, he let it go. Instead, he met Sergei in the middle of the bed, and they kissed hungrily and desperately while Sergei tried his damnedest to get the condom out and on.

Kissing screwed up his coordination, though, so he pulled back. “Gotta… put this…”

“Please do.” Dom grabbed the lube and poured some on his hand. Sergei hadn’t even rolled the condom all the way on before Dom was stroking the lube onto it.

Sergei sucked in a hiss of breath. “You know I’m not going to last long, right? When you’ve got me this f*cking turned on?”

“I know.” Dom grinned. “Then you’ll just have to f*ck me again.”

Sergei blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, I will. Now turn around.”

Dom didn’t miss a beat. He immediately turned and got on his hands and knees. Sergei positioned himself behind him and guided his cock to Dom’s ass. Fingering him was tempting—Dom did just fine bottoming without a lot of prep, but teasing him relentlessly was fun. Sergei wasn’t sure he could wait, though. Not after Dom had turned him on like that.